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At 21 everything seems new and fresh. Besides the legally being able to drink, you are able to call yourself a true adult, and that’s what I was doing, calling myself a true adult. I was moving out, on my own, and I had everything figured out. I had the perfect job, the perfect boyfriend, the perfect place to live, my car was running (which is all I could hope for), and my classes for school were awesome. And when I say awesome, I mean awesome.

But that’s when I should have known, you can’t have everything you want. I mean, there’s always a flaw, a misjudgment. I was only 21, how could I have known it would turn out in disaster? Seriously? It’s like the gods were against me or something, no, they were against me, that’s what the fortune teller said.

I know it’s dorky to go to a fortune teller, but I was desperate. I had to know what was about to happen. Had I not gone to Esmarelda I would have be royally screwed…. Royally.

Maybe I should start from the beginning…